You’d finally gotten yourself out of the drama, out of the public eye. You worked a quaint job as a librarian for a small library, using your mutant powers to help out around town. However, no matter how hard you tried to run away from your history, it followed you. You were stacking and organizing books when you heard a shuffle. You couldn’t find the source, so you went back to stacking.

“Do you have any books by Nietzche?” A familiar voice rumbled in your ear, shocking you and making you jump and fall to the ground, your books landing on you.

Magneto.

“Oh… not too pleased to see your old flame again?” He crossed his arms, his aged, deep voice carrying fake sympathy as he looked down at you.